When We Don’t Understand

We trust You, Lord, is our reply
When we really want to ask You why.
We stand upon Your strength and power
And lean on You in our darkest hour.

We know Your truth. It’s in our hearts.
But we ache inside while we’re apart.
We know the power of Your risen life.
But in this world we have much strife.

You never leave us. You tell us so.
But, oh, we have so far to go
Until we are together again
Where our joy with You will never end.

We repeat Your promises, etched in stone.
Though we may feel it…we are never alone.
We hold onto You with a gossamer thread
Waiting for the day when we’ll be wed.

Our Groom is there, in all His Glory.
We lived our life. We told our story.
But now Your story will never end.
Our Lord of Lords…our Savior…Friend.

We hear, Well done. We’ve run the race.
We stand and see You face to face.
Our tears are gone. You wiped them dry.
Holy, Holy our only cry.

We know that it was always You
That held us till our days were through.
You lift us up on eagle’s wings.
Our souls will soar. Our souls will sing.

Father, though only knots we see,
You see the beauty of the tapestry
That You have woven through and through.
It was never us. It was always You.

 

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and He will live with them. They will be His people. and God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death of mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
(Revelation 21:3,4)

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This was written for a special family that lost their precious child.
Since this was written…there have been other families…other losses.
The truth is always the same…
HE IS THERE.
He has been all along.
I continue to pray you through…

2 responses to “When We Don’t Understand”

1. Gina, this is beautiful – what a precious reminder of Truth.

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   • Diane,
     This was written during a painful time for a dear friend.
     Beauty out of the ashes.
     Lament turning to praise!
     Thank you for your encouragement.
     Gina

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